Kuwaiti Diaries II- Al-M’barakiya

The local ‘Souq’ is called Mubarakiya, named after Mubarak, a leader who was the sheik (‘shehk’, family ruler) from the Al-Sabah family, which is still the ruling family of modern Kuwait. Kuwait combines ancient tradition with a democratic political system (Parliament), and is a melting pot of past and present, as I was able to see in the Mubarakiya.

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i love love love the keys!! i must go back and find them if it takes an eternity. i don’t know if i told you this but i’m going to get myself a po box across the old library in mubarakiya. i’m very excited about this. written letters are the best, i tell you!

Yes they are. And I have to write you one. you will be able to find the keys. They were in one of the exterior stalls, looking on a parking lot/open space, unpaved. And by the way, the undergound M’barkiya exists, I have certain info. And you can find pretty cool accessories….Maybe we will go there on the next trip. Inshallah…

The photo of the keys got me too! Miti, did you check out the little currency exchange shops on the street side of the gold market? They are really something, literally selling colourful rubber-banded wads of money displayed in glass box counters. It makes you want to point at the different bank notes and say “can I have two of those, five of these and a couple of the ones at the back, please”

M. Thank you for reading, and for letting me know you came to visit me!
I think the keys belong to a notebook or sketchbook cover! I MISSED the currency exchange booths…oh next time, next time my friend (hope is a winged thing)

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July 27, San Diego Museum Of Art. The Age of Enlightenment – Gabrielle Emilie Le Tonnelier de Breuteuil, Marquise du Chatelet by Yinka Shonibare- Ink on hand.book paper

Ink on Paper. December 2010.

Ink on tracing paper. Kuwait, January 2010. The scene at the bottom is what I saw-or decided to see- at The Avenues, the most popular malla in Kuwait City. There is nothing like seeing photography and drawings from a trip abroad to make you realize all reality is subjective, and we choose to see what we want to. We just don’t realize it in our own backyard.